Pieces of The Shattered Past

[Vandela]

Vandela wiped the crimson from her grinning lips. There was no greater pleasure in life than feeding. Tonight's was a girl, not more than seventeen. She choked and gurgled on her own blood. Vandela laughed.

'...poor little creature...'

She eyed the girl's features. Her face was palid, her lips were trembling. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, reflecting absolution of fear. There was something better in this world than feeding. It was the smell. It was the taste. It was the feel. It was fear. Vandela craned her neck once more, gingerely savoring the sweet taste of virginal blood. The girl coughed and moaned, and then she was no more. Vandela stood, removing the small trickle of resolute sanguine of life. She smirked wildly. The moon was still young, she was well-fed. She stalked the streets, blending in rather well with the exception of both her stunning beauty and the smell of blood. Centuries of spilling it seemed to never fade away.

She needed entertainment, now. She craved to kill and to maim and to destroy and to reap. She lusted for chaos. She thirsted to tear and to rip the sanctified structure of humanity asunder and to d**n all living things. Her mind danced with painted pictures of the society of humanity in smoking ruins. Blood rained from the sky. The sea turned scarlet. She sat in the middle of all, arms outstretched as she laughed. Obsession. Insanity. Anarchy. These were her vices. These were her domains, as if she were some great diety of them. She walked amongst the humans, the cattle... they were ignorant.

[Catherine]

I don't really care about Red Infinity, they just have a good pay, I muttered, mostly to myself.

[Chaos]

~Hot d'amn it worked!~

"Hello Mr Dollar i am Gene Stark and i have a few items i want you to look at. They are already being sold to the masses so the market is there and we are that market!"

Chaos goes on to show him the different products he had brought claiming that they were the ones the stark corporation sold. He sounds so real he almost forgets himself. but then he comes to the briefcase. He opens it and it is an intriquitely ornate bracelet inlaid with gold and jade and it is gorgeous.

"I am going to leave all of this here with you as an incentive. And i would like it if your lovely girlfriend would keep the bracelet. It pales in comparison to you but i would like you to have it anyway." Stark places it on her wrist. Then to Dollar "Mind if i use your restroom?"


While in there he sets the timer on the bomb. In 30 minutes someone goes boom. It will shred the person wearing it and whomever is 5 feet from them. He returns and pulls out paperwork, enough to last the whole timer. He was gonna make sure this thing went off right regardless of what happened to him. And if Dollar declined well Chaos would just stay outside until the boom then come in again.

"Mr Dollar would you like to sign. Remember we don't ask for backing until we prove to you that we can make you your money. Until you are positive that this is right for you."

[Zero 009]

Emergency systems sprung to life, only to be drained with the next second. Each nanosecond he lived, the slower he died. With every breath, his artificial lungs pulsed with pain and his heart even struggled to pump. Instead of your regular pumping, it.... slowed....

BADUM......... BADUM..............BAdum.............BaDum........ slower, and slower till it seemed he would be returned to vegetable status. He had been in this situation only once before - on the operating table.

The minutes passed in earnest. The pain seemed to fade; repeated times would only cause the body to find an antidote to the problem. But his body was not used to this sort of destruction.

In the depths of this forest, no one would ever notice him bleeding here. Blood was only semi-important. Perhaps the forest could console him.

OOKAMI! PLEASE! HELP ME!

[Rave]

'It seems Zero wont be following me today... just my luck.'

Just a few minutes, he had seen a cottage from his vantage point up atop an oak, within the same forest he had 'eradicated' Zero. He had not a clue to the validity of this thought. He just hoped so.

Parting, hopefully, he thought, the last two trees, he found what he had spent some weeks looking for. The rebels hideout; a small wooden cottage in the middle of nowhere.

Perhaps it was the doing of that Toivo, or something like that. Some weird dwarf man from the green party. A rather odd political party to do business in this day and age.

Using his psychic powers, he withdrew into the foliage of the forest and contacted Lady Violet.

'The base is here. Send some of your finest troops so I can finally get off this planet.'

[Timithy of the Green Winds]

A voice whipser in Rave's ear. "You know your not supposed to be here right?"

A foot swirls out of the air and slams into the side of the alien's head, sending him sideways and rolling. Timithy materializes out of the thin air, his hands folder behind his head, his weight balanced in the tip of his right toe, his left leg curled behind his right.

"You seem to be lost. Your not supposed to be in the forest..."

He hands whips out and his spear flashs into him, whirling like a pole of wind made solid. Timthy simles, his white teeth suddenly fanglike.

"Your supposed to be in Hell. Let me point you in the right direction."

[Ookami]

Ookami heard a voice come through his dreams. He knew it was Zero and he needed help. He bolted upright in Chihiras bed and as he got his things together told her,"I will return brighteyes. Zero009 is in trouble."

He ran using great speed to try and find him. He smelled blood and mechanisms. He continued running and to any passer by would have only been a breeze or a blur. He searched on and came to where Zero lay. He gingerly picked up the elven cyborg and shook his head.

"I can heal your flesh but not the mechanisms of your mechanical parts." With that Ookami healed him and helped him up. "We will need to return to the cabin before that beast gets too close. We must save our friends. Will you be alright to walk? We must leave now."

[Lady Violet]

We walk back to my place. It is already starting to get late. I plop down on the sofa, and relax there for while.
I look at Lin-Sat.

"I had a really nice time out..."

[Swan of Tounela]

"Sure, let's talk..." I look into Alkonost's eyes. I touch his face. "Tell my about the memories you now have...from that woman...I like to hear stories..."

[Genovia]

I sit in the contraption and the images of Hope fill my head. They are warped..surreal. Junxtopositions of violence and her. Seeing it makes me understand the world and my own life differently. She is the cause of all the suffering in my life...she did all of it.

[Lin-Sat]

i look at her and smile. im glad...., it was good to get out of the office... even you would have to agree on that.... i sit next to her


Mark~
i glance at her then to the guy as my watch beeps. i look at it and hit one of the small buttons, a hologram of a computer screen comes up and shows the display of this house and a high energy signal, in this room. the hologram just looked like a blend of lights unless you were directly in front of it. i glance around and look at dinari.. hey dinari. i think your idea was good. we can go out, besides if the andriod comes then i could deal with him. it is getting bored just sitting here..., he could even come so you could fill out those papers..., im sure the girls wouldnt want to stay here while you do it....

Riku~
i sigh and walk down stair again, maybe she was still mad at me. oh well..., i guess i should do something until she cools off....

Zeek~
i walk down the street and see a kitchen. there seems to be people walking away from it, looking sad. a few look at me alittle fearful as they walk past others are to busy being sad to see me. i look back at the kitchen and go to it. i knock on the door.

John~
i glance at her and go into the other room. bassarov isnt here... so you want something to eat?

[Lady Violet]

"I agree. So have you considered Hope's petition at all?"

[Lin-Sat]

i glance over at her. i dont know... i'll have to think about it more... and see what the other terms are... with a few adjustments who knows... i might allow it. i didnt look at it much

[Lady Violet]

I lay my head on his shoulder and turn the news on. Not much has happened since the incident in Helskinki. I think of the petition. Elections might advance my own political carreer.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov travels to his dacha in Russia. The house is small with a kitchen, living room, porch, three bedrooms, and a basement. However, it will be large enough to accomodate some rebels. The dacha is situated on a large lake. Bassarov walks to the lake and feels satisfied with this new location for the rebels.